#ftf.

[munozander]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @elitecammieclarington​

A margarita wasn’t typically Ander’s first choice in a drink, but he’d been doing his best to try new things lately, and he wasn’t about to stop that now. At least this new thing he was trying happened to have alcohol in it. That’d certainly make the experience easier to handle. “Hey, sorry, I took a nap after class and overslept a little.” Ander greeted Cammie as he slid into the seat across from her at the booth she was waiting for him at, glancing over the menu in front of him so he could pick out his margarita flavor. “Have you been waiting long?” 

[maddoxfm]

okay, so maybe it wasn’t like, the worst party he’d ever been to - that had definitely been his older sister’s that he’d been forced to attend at age five, with the terrifying, giant rat-man. normally, something like that would have actually been pretty cool, but this one had clearly been under some sort of mind control, and he wasn’t having it. as he’d later found out, it had just been a teenager in a chuck e. cheese costume, but hey, the things people were forced to do just to make minimum wage might be even scarier, in his opinion. 

either way, this party wasn’t quite so traumatizing, but that didn’t exactly mean it was his cup of tea, or can of monster energy. he’d just simply... have to find a way to entertain himself. fortunately, he’d brought just the party starter along with him. all he needed was a partner in crime to share it with. “psssst.” with a small nudge, maddox tried to catch the attention of the familiar face beside him, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a relatively inconspicuous looking bag of sour gummy worms - aside from the large pot leaf logo on the front. “want some?” 

[kngstns]

LOCATION: the campus lawn

WHEN: monday morning, during the campus tours

OPEN TO:  @vinnysfm​​

“dibs.” silas nodded in the direction of one of the new students passing by - much like he had with about eighty percent of the other freshman and transfer students. people watching was never really a hobby he’d understood, until he discovered it meant getting to check out a bunch of hot chicks, and suddenly, he was all for it. plus, it was even more enjoyable when he had a friend by his side. even if he’d had to bribe him with coffee and breakfast to get him there. “okay, why does your donut have like, five times more sprinkles than mine?” 

[shawnisms-blog]

things felt hazy. one moment, he was on top of the world and the next he was huddled up in the bathroom. he knew he shouldn’t have gone to the after-party -- not when he could’ve spent that free time surprising mike. mike. it was all the brunette could think about after each shot. after they had started going down easier, the more he could convince himself that he could sweep the older male off his feet. now, that shawn was hunched over against the wall with forearms resting across his knees, he knew what he needed to do. he couldn’t surprise him pleasantly but rather with a scare. the thought of it worked shawn up even more. he felt like he couldn’t suck in a breath -- his chest felt too tight to even move. the musician stared up at the ceiling, trying to find a center point. as he did, he held his phone up to his mouth and whispered, “siri, call contact name ‘boyfri.’” he sucked in his bottom lip as the line rung, chewing on it as he picked at his cuticles with a free hand. once the line stopped, shawn hesitated. he heard the actor on the other line but shawn didn’t speak for at least thirty seconds. he gradually cleared his throat and spoke just above a whisper. “i need you. i’m at a party on the corner of 96th and west end, i think? i’m not ... i don’t know. please, babe. i’m ... freaking out.”

[whambamcam]

It had taken... more courage that Cameron thought he had to text Miles McCarthy at 2am. As far as the world was concerned, he hated the dude -- irrationally and a little pettily most of the time maybe, but that was their usual game. There was nobody else who could push his buttons like Miles, nobody else who could wind him up with one word. But then, on Valentine’s Day -- Cameron had discovered exactly why. His body still tingled at the memory, cheeks flushing as he thought about kissing Miles again. He’d had to overcome his pride and his frustration with the other boy, but now that barrier was torn down, all that was left was... longing.

Maybe there were better ways to ask him out on what was maybe a date or maybe a booty call, but -- Cam had to see him. He’d pushed the thought away for too long, and now the only thing on his mind was Miles McCarthy. It was almost embarrassing how quickly this crush had hit him. And all he could hope was that Miles felt the same way.

Arriving at the diner, Cam scanned the booths and felt his stomach church. He was there first. What if Miles didn’t show? What if he left him sitting there like an idiot? He could only imagine how much fodder it would give Miles to stand him up. He could tell everyone. It would be humiliating -- Cam snapped himself out of that train of thought quickly. He had to have some faith in Miles. 

Taking a deep breath, Cam picked a booth and sat down -- all he could do now was wait.

@miles-mccarthy​

[lucabradshaw]

He shouldn’t be here, and he knew it. Letting himself be at Bentley’s beck and call was really just doing him far more harm than it was good, and yet... those few moments of happiness whenever he was in Bentley’s arms - or, more accurately, his bed - were the only real moments of happiness he’d had in a what felt like way too long. Every time, he told himself never again, only to come right back just days later. Maybe one day he’d grow a backbone, tell Bentley to fuck off, and find himself a real boyfriend, but it was pretty obvious that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, and he had a feeling they both knew that. A real boyfriend would be a risk. He could get his heart broken, but this? Whatever it was they were doing... it was safe. Or at least it was supposed to be. Lately, he wasn’t so sure. As much as he tried to tell himself that Bentley was simply a way to let off steam, he knew that, at least deep down, something more was going on. He should end it, or he’d only end up hurt. Once his feet stopped in front of Bentley’s door, he made the decision that, as soon as Bentley opened it, he was going to end things. 

And then the door opened. Bentley was on the other side, and he smiled at him, and Luca knew he was fucked. It was always so much easier to pretend to hate the guy in retrospect, when they weren’t together, and Luca wasn’t looking into those damn eyes. "Well?” Luca shifted, tightening the strings on his hoodie, to give his fingers something to do besides reach out for Bentley. “Are you going to just stand there and look at me, or are you going to invite me in to play a game of ‘no homo, but...’?”  @rothisms​

[quinnfabrayhq]

Apple, pecan, pumpkin, blueberry, and sweet potato. Quinn looked over the cooling pies in front of her, only just now realizing that what equaled an entire pie for each person that’d be attending Thanksgiving dinner the following afternoon, was probably not necessary. But she couldn’t help it. Tomorrow would be the first holiday that the Fabrays - at least some of them - and the Puckermans - again, at least some of them, would be celebrating together. She figured that if their mouths were full, the opportunity for their mothers to voice the many opinions they had on the state of their relationship would be less frequent. 

Quinn heard Puck come in, recognizing the sound of shoes being kicked off, the footsteps coming closer, before they paused and turned in the other direction, as he remembered to put his shoes neatly against the wall, instead of leaving them in the middle of the room. The familiar sounds made her smile despite her stress, and by the time Puck entered the kitchen, she was waiting for him with a fond gaze in her eyes. “Hey. Was the store busy?”

@noahpuckermanhq​

[sophie-hq]

TIMEFRAME: August 5, 2019. 

LOCATION: Coffee Shop. 

OPEN TO: @tinacchq

WARNINGS: None.

This could go two ways either terribly or terribly in Sophie’s mind. She knew that meeting with Tina was the right thing to do. There was no reason for all the awkward tension between them. But, nothing has changed since the last time they talked. Hooking up with Ryan was always on the table for her, and that wasn’t going to change until he got into a relationship. She still did owe it to their friendship to at least try to make things work. Watching as Tina walked into the coffee shop, Sophie raised her eyebrows slightly as Tina took the seat across from her. “So...” She started, pushing the cup of coffee towards her. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted, but I got us the same thing.” As the seconds ticked by, Sophie decided it was now or never. “You wanted to discuss something?”